Wednesday, July 21, 2010
I've had it.
I'm done with cars.
I'm done with tires.
I woke up this morning to my FIFTH flat tire in two weeks.
Yes, that's 5 flats in 2 weeks. And 6 since the first week of June.
All nails and screws.
I don't even know how this is possible.
What rubber loving gods did I piss off?
Was I a racing fan in past life, and now that I've shunned all things NASCAR in my current life I'm doomed to be punished?
I've even wondered if I've pissed off the neighbors, but there are no nails behind my garage or in front of my house.
Is the Universe trying to tell me something? (Besides don't drive over nails?) If so, I have no freaking clue what it is.